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9
EVE
We followed closely behind Tschenkar. But not too close.
He named the weapon after me, calling itPirate Slaughtering Eve, based on what he expected it to do to the pirates once we found them. He walked with the business end ofSlaughtering Evepointed forward, though he didn’t raise it up to sight across it, he just held it low at his waist, like a commando woman from an action movie holding a big centrifugal plasma cannon.
Bartender and I walked as quietly as we could, always about twenty to thirty paces behind Tschenkar. I’d expected to have to argue with Tschenkar about whether Bartender and I could go with him or not. I’d thought he’d insist that we hide somewhere, which I wouldn’t have gone for.
First off, theSlaughtering Evecouldn’t even be called a prototype. It had worked on the tree, but any number of things could go wrong with it, and Tschenkar wouldn’t be able to fix it, so it was best if I was nearby.
Secondly, neither Bartender or I wanted to be stuck alone in the woods when we knew there were pirates around. This was the main reason Tschenkar agreed that we should go with him.
Bartender had a big hunting knife, while I had a smaller kitchen knife they’d given me at the ski lodge. We very much hoped we wouldn’t need to use our weapons, but both of us would if we had to.
After about ten minutes, Tschenkar slowed down, then stopped. He looked back at me over his shoulder, then tilted his head to the side.
I cocked my head at him, unsure of—
Tschenkar darted behind a tree. Understanding what he wanted us to do, Bartender and I both split up. I hid behind a tree to my left, while Bartender took cover behind a tree to our right. He held his big hand up in a “stop” gesture. I frowned at him, but he was already sprinting forward, he dashed behind another tree, then hid behind it as best he could while wielding the bulkySlaughtering Eve.
There was a sound behind me, and when I turned to see what it was, I saw that Bartender Julia was already looking back, worry etched deep on her brow.
Looking forward again, I saw Tschenkar already moving toward the next tree, getting further and further from us.
The telltale whir of a plasma cannon’s energy coil filled the eerie silence behind us, and as the weapon’s containment chamber filled with plasma, it cast just enough white-blue light that I finally spotted the shadowy figure holding the cannon.
“Behind us!” I shouted.
We’d been spotted. There was no point trying to be quiet.
Tschenkar must have already powered upSlaughtering Eve, because before I even got the full two words out of my mouth, sheets of snow fell off the trees behind us.
The plasma cannon fired, and as the plasma ripped through the air, I realized it was coming directly for me. Most plasma cannons spewed their payloads in a spread pattern, because a hit anywhere was usually fatal. By the time the plasma was almost on me, it had spread out across a 10-meter arc, but it slowed more and more as it approached me, as if it had been—
TheSlaughtering Evewhirred behind me, and I realized that Tschenkar had used it to slow, and nowstopthe plasma in mid air. He wasn’t fumbling around like he had been when he was in the car, now he was playing the condenser coil like a skilled musician playing an instrument her moms had given her when she was just two years old. The plasma was floating in the air like soap bubbles, but bubbles that would melt your skin and your teeth into the same hot goo, and Tschenkar used the weapon to bring them all together, forming one larger—very lethal—bubble.
I saw the pirate moving. He was aiming again. I knew the limits of human tech better than Tschenkar, and a plasma cannon like this would need about ten seconds to fire again. The time was almost up.
“Hurry, Tschenkar!” I shouted.
The big plasma bubble blasted forward, right at the pirate. He dropped his gun, and hetriedto run, but the bubble caught him in the leg, and then he didn’t have a leg anymore.
I turned around to see Tschenkar’s back was already to me. He was pointing theSlaughtering Eveat three pirates, all were aiming weapons.
Tschenkar roared, his voice even louder than the agonized screams of the dying, legless pirate behind us. In front of us, sow fell from the trees like a blizzard, and then the trees themselves fell.
The pirates started shooting upward, maybe thinking there were even more Khetar warriors hidden in the treetops. They unloaded their plasma—and lasers—up into the branches. Snow must have been killing their visibility too, but it didn’t matter to Tschenkar, because he was ripping the trees up from their roots. He condensed the boson field, bringing the trees together just like he’d brought the plasma spread together. Men screamed as roots and trunks dragged them in together, and when the tree trunks crushed together, the screams stopped.
I expected Tschenkar to just turn off theSlaughtering Eveand let everything fall, but instead he stayed focused, and he slowly lowered the big bundle of trees—which must have weighed tens of thousands of kilograms—gently down to the ground. When he laid the trees all down to rest, the huge, earth-shattering sound finally died down, and the only remaining noise was one man wailing in pain.
Tschenkar turned back and winked at me. “We got ourselves a hostage. Now it’s time to make this cunt talk.”
Tschenkar approached the pirate, weapon still in hand. It was big and unwieldy, and when he pointed it right at the injured man’s face, Tschenkar must have realized it was clearly overkill, as he laid theSlaughtering Evegently down a few paces behind him, then he sauntered forward and stepped his foot down directly on the pirate’s dick.
I thought the pirate had been wailing in agony before, but after Tschenkar crushed his cock with his boot, then I knew the true sound of agony.
“Good Goddess!” Bartender said—she’d walked up right beside me—”is a man’s cock really such a weak spot?”
